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On pleasure's glitt'ring ftream ye gaily steer

Your little courfe to cold oblivion's fhore; They dare the ftorm, and thro' th'inclement year Stemthe roughfurge, and brave the torrent'sroar. Is it for glory? That juft Fate denies :

Long muft the warrior moulder in his fhroud, Ere from her trump the heav'n-breath'd accents Thatlift the hero from the fighting crowd! [rife, Is it his grafp of empire to extend ?

To curb the fury of infulting foes? Ambition, cease! the idle contest end:

'Tis but a kingdom thou canft win or lofe. And why muft murder'd myriads lofe their all (If life be all); why defolation lowr With famifh'd frown on this affrighted ball, That thou may'st flame the meteor of an hour? Go, wifer ye, that flutter life away,

Crown with the mantling juice the goblet high! Weave the light dance, with feftive freedom gay, And live your moment, fince the next ye die! Yet know, vain fceptics! know th'Almighty Mind,

Who breath'd on man a portion of his Sire, Bade his free foul, by earth nor time confin'd, To heav'n, to immortality afpire. Nor fhall the pile of hope his mercy rear'd, By vain philofophy be ere destroy'd: Eternity, by all or wifh'd or fear'd, Shall be by all or fuffer'd or enjoy'd!

§ 66. Elegy to a young Nobleman leaving the Univerfity. MASON.

FRE yet, ingenuous youth, the fteps retire [vale,
From Cam's fmooth margin, and the peaceful
Where science call'd thee to her ftudious quire,
And met thee mufing in her cloifters pale;
O let thy friend (and may he boast the name !)
Breathe from his artlefs reed one parting lay:
A lay like this thy carly virtues claim,

And this let voluntary friendship pay.
Yet know, the time arrives, the dang'rous time,
When all thofe virtues, op'ning now fo fair,
Tranfplanted to the world's tempeftuous clime,
Must learn each passion's boist'rous breath to

There, if ambition, peftilent and pale,

Or luxury fhould taint their vernal glow; If cold felf-intereft, with her chilling gale, [blow; Should blaft th'unfolding bloffoms ere they If mimic hues, by art or fashion spread,

Their genuine fimple colouring fhould fupply, O may with them thefe laureate honours fade, And with them (if it can) my friendship die! Then do not blame, if, tho' thyfelf infpire,

Cautious I ftrike the panegyric ftring; The mufe full oft pursues a meteor fire, And, vainly ven'trous, foars on waxen wing: Too actively awake at friendship's voice,

The poet's bofom pours the fervid strain, Till fad reflection blames the hafty choice, And oft invokes oblivion's aid in vain.

Call we the fhade of Pope from that blefs'd bow'r, Where thron'd he fits with many a tuneful fage; Afk if he ne'er bemoans that hapless hour When St. John's name illumin'd glory's


Afk, if the wretch, who dar'd his mem❜ry ftain; Afk, if his country's, his religion's foe, Deferv'd the meed that Marlbro' fail'd to gain; The deathlefs meed he only could bestow: The bard will tell thec, the mifguided praise Clouds the celeftial funfhine of his breaft; E'en now, repentant of his erring lays,

He heaves a figh amid the realms of rest.
If Pope thro' friendship fail'd, indignant view,
Yet pity, Dryden-hark, whene'er he fings,
How adulation drops her courtly dew

On titled rymers and inglorious kings!
See, from the depths of his exhaustless mine,

His glitt'ring ftores the tuneful spendthrift


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Born with too gen'rous, or too mean a heart,

Dryden in vain to thee thofe ftores were lent: Thy fweetest numbers but a trifling art;

Thy ftrongeft diction idly eloquent.

The fimpleft lyre, if truth directs its lays,
Warbles a melody ne'er heard from thine:
Not to difguft with falie or venal praite

Was Parnell's modeft fame, and may be mine. Go then, my friend, nor let thy candid breast

Condemn me, if I check the plaufive ftring: Go to the wayward world; complete the reft; Be what the purcft mufe would wish to fing. Be ftill thyself; that open path of truth, Which led thee here, let manhood firm pursue; Retain the fweet fimplicity of youth,

And all thy virtue dictates dare to do. Still fcorn, with confcious pride, the mask of art; On vice's front let fearful caution lowr, And teach the diffident difcreeter part [pow'r. Of knaves that plot, and fools that fawn for So, round thy brow when age's honours fpread,

When death's cold hand unftrings thy Mafon's When the green turf lies lightly on his head, [lyre, Thy worth fhall fome fuperior bard infpire: He to the ampleft bounds of time's domain On rapture's plume fhall give thy name to fly; For truft, with rev'rence truft, this Sabine ftrain,

The Mufe forbids the virtuous man to die.'

$67. The Choice of Hercules: from the Greek of
Prodicus. Bp. LoWTH.
NOW had the fon of Jove, mature, attain'd
The joyful prime; when youth, elate and gay,
Steps into life, and follows unreftrain'd
Where paffion leads, or prudence points the


In the pure mind, at those ambiguous years, With me rc:ire from noise, and pain, and care,

Or vice, rank weed, first itrikes her pois’nous Embath'd in blits, and wrapt in endless ease: Or haply virtuc's op'ning bud appears [root; Rough is the road to fame, thro' blood and war;

By just degrees : fair bloom of fairest fruit! Sinooth is my way, and all my paths are peace. For, if on youth's untainted thought imprett, With me retire, from toils and perils free; The gen’rous purpote ftill fhall warm the manly Leave honour to the wretch! pleasures were made breaft.

for thee. As on a day, reActing on his age

Then will I grant thce all thy soul's desire; For highest deeds now ripe, Alcides fought All that may chaim thine ear, and please thy Retirement, nurse of contemplation sage,

fight; Step following itep, and thought succeeding All that the thought can frame, or with require, thought;

To steep thy ravith'd fenfes in delight : Nusing, with steady pace the youth pursu'd The fumptuous feast, enhanc'd with music's

His walk, and, loft in meditation, stray d Fittest to tune the inelting foul to love, (sound, Far in a lonely valc, with folitude

Rich odours, breathing choicest fiveets around; Converímg; while intent his mind survey'd The fragrant bow'r, cool fountain, shady grove; The dubious path of life: before him lay (way. Fresh flow'rs to strew thy couch, and crown thy Here virtut's rough atuent, there pleasure's flow'ry head:

[thy bed. Much did the view di: de his waving mind :

Joy shall attend thy steps, and ease shaīl smooth Now glow'd his b! cat with san'rous thuit of Thuie will I freely, constantly supply, Now love of careto fulier thought: inclin'd[ fame; Pleafures, not carn'd with toil, nor mix'd with

His yielling foul, andquench’dtherinny:lame: Far from thy reft repining want fhall fly, (woe; When, lo! far oił two femalu forms he 'ipies; Nor labour bathe in sweat thy careful brow,

Dired to hin their steps they fecin to icar; Mature the copious harvest shall be thine, Both large and tall, exceeding luman tize; Lit the laborious hind subdue the toil;

Both, far exceeding human beauty, fail. Leare the rath foldier spoils of war to hin, Graceful, yet each with diffrent gjacothey move;

Won by the foldier thou shalt thare the spoil: This striking acredawe; that,fofier winning love. These fofter cases my best allies employ, The first is native dinity furpats'! ;

New pleasures to invent, to wish, and to enjoy." Artlifand undnad the pleased the more; Her winning voice the youth attentive caught: Health o'er her looks a genuine luftre cult; He gaz'd impatient on the imiling maid;

Avui more white than new-fall’n snow she still gaz'd, and listen’d; then her name betought: August the trod, yet modeít was her sir, (vore: " Myname, fair youth, is Happiness,” the faid:

Serene her eye, yet verting hearinly fire. “ Wellcan my friends this envicd truth maintain; Still the drew near; and nearer still worc fair, They thare my bliss, they best can speak iny

More mild, appear'd: yet fuch as might intpire praise : Plcasure, corrected with an awful fear;

Tho' Slander call me Sloth (detraction vain!) Majestically firect, and a niably ferere.

Heed not what Slander, vain detracter, fays; The other daine feem'd ev'n of fairer hue;

Slander, itill prompt true merit to defame, But bold her mien, unguarded rov'd her eye,

To blot the brightet worth, and blast thc fairest And her futh'd checks confefsid at nearer view

name." The borrow'1 bluines of an artful dye. By this, aniv'd the fair majestic maid: All lift and delicate, with airy fuim,

(She all the while, with the same modest pace, Listuly fic danc'd along; her robe betray'd Compos’d advancd)“ Know, Hercules,” she said, Thro' the clear texture every truder limb,

With manly tone, “thy birth of heav'nly race, Height’ning the crisit wils fecm'd to thade: | Thy tender age that lov'd instruction's voice, And as it dow'd adora, 13 loote and thin, likin. Promis'd theegenerous,patient, brave,and wilc: Hurttature shex’dmore tall,morcinowy whiteher When manhood should confirm thy glorious Oft with a file the vicw'd herfilf askonce;

Now expectation waits to fee thee rile. (choice; Ev'n on ! 1.1 bade a conico::s look ihe thiew: Rise, youth' exalt thytelf, and me; approve Then all around her cast a careicis glance,

Tly high defcent from heaven, -and dare be To mark usliut gazing eves ! e beauty drew:

worthy Jose. As they came near, before that other maid But what truth prompts, my tongue shall not Approaching decent, eagerly ihe prefs'd

dilguife: With hatty ftup); nor of repulte afraid, (dress’d; The ticep ascent must be with toil subdu'd;

With firedom biand the wondring youth au- Watching and cares must win the lofty prize With winning fondues or his neck the hurg; Propos'd by Heav'n; true bliss and rcal good. Sweet as the honey-dew flow'd her enchanting Honour rewards the brave and bold alone;

She spurns the timorous, indolent, and base: Dear Hu cules, whence this unkind delay?

Danger and toil ftand ftern before her throne, Do youth, Viat dicinthus diftinct thy

And guard(foJovecommands)the facred place: Servir tollor ti here I lead the was, (mirdWho lecks her must the mighty cost fuftain, range thro’ wilds of pleature unconfin'd. And pay the price of famc-labour,and care, and


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gage ?

Wouldst thou engage the gods peculiar care ? Fond wretch, that vainly weenest all delight O Hercules, th’iinmortal pow’rs adore !

To gratify the fenfe, referv'd for thee! With a pure heart, with facritice, and pray'r Yer the most pleasing object to the light, Attend their altars, and their aid implore.

Thine own fair action, never didft thou see. Or,wouldst thou gain thy country's loud applause, Tho'lulld with softest sounds thou lieft along,

Lov'd as her father, as her god ador'd? Soft music, warbling voices, melting lays;[fong Be thou the bold afferter of her caule;

Ne'er didit thou hear, more sweet than sweetest Her voice in council, in the fight her sword: Charming thusoul,thou ne'erdidíthcarthypraite! In peace, in war, pursue thy country's good; Now-to thy revels let the fool repair; For her bare thy boid breast, and pour thy gene- To such go finooth thy speech; and spread thy rous blood.

tempting Inarc, Wouldnt thou toquell the proudand lift th’opprest, Vast happiness enjoy thy gav allies!

In arts of war and matchless strength excel? A youth of follies, an oid age of cares; First conquer thou thyfelf: to cate, to rest, Young yet enervate, old yet never wise,

To each foft thought of pleasure, bid farewell. Vice wastes theirvi,,ur,and their minds impairs. The night alternate, due to fwect repose, Vain, idle, delicate, in thoughtless ease,

In watches waste; in painful march, the day: Rcfcrsing wocs for age, their prime they spend; Congeald amidst the rigorous winter's snows, All wretched, hopeless, in the evil days,

Scorch'd by the summer's thirst-inflaming ray. With sorrow to the verge of life they tend. Thy harden'd limbs shall boast superior might: Griev'd with the present, of the past alham’d, Vigour thall brace thine arm,resistlets in the fight.” | They live and are despis’d; they die, nor more “ Hear'st thou what monsters then thou must en

are nain'd.

[prove,” | But with the gods, and godlike men, I dwell; What dangers, gentle youth, she bids thee Me, his supreme delight, th’Almighty Sire (Abrupt, says Sloth) “ill fit thy tender age- Regards well pleas’d: whatever works excel,

Tumult and wars; fit age for joy and love. All, or divine, or human, I inspire. Turn, gentle youth, to me, to love and joy! Counsel with strength, and industry with art,

To these I lead: no monsters here thall stay In union mect conjoin'd, with me reside : Thine caly course; no cares thy peace annoy : My dictates arm, instruct, and mend the heart; I lead to bliss a nearer, finoother way:

The furest policy, the wilest guide. [bind Short is my way, fair, easy, smooth, and plain : With me true friend thip dwells: she deigns to Turn, gentle youth-with me eternal pleatures Thole generous fouls alone, whom I before have reign."

join'd. “What pleasures, vain mistaken wretch, are thine? Nor need my friends the various costly feast;

(Virtue with scorn replied)"wholeep'ft in cafe Hunger to them th’effects of art fupplies; Infenfate; whose soft limbs the toil declinc Labour prepares their weary iimbs to relt ; [rise.

That seasons bliss, and makes enjoyment pleasc: Sweet is their secp; light, cheerful, strong, they Draining the copious bowl ere thirst require : Thro'health,thro’joy, thro'pleasure, and renown,

Feasting ere hunger to the feast invite; They tread my paths; and by a foft descent, Whose tasteless joys anticipate defire,

At length to age all gently sinking down, Whom luxury supplies with appetite: Look back with transport on a life well spent ; Yet nature loaths, and you employ in vain In which no hour flew unimprov'd away ; [day. Variety and art to conquer her disdain. In which some generous deed distinguish'd ev'ry The sparkling nectar, cool'd with summer snows, And when, the destin’d term at length complete,

The dainty board with choiceft viands spread, Their alhes rest in peace, eternal fame
To thee are tasteless all! fincere repose Sounds wide their praile: triumphant over fate,

Flies from thy flow'ry couch and downy bed. In sacred song for ever lives their name.
For thou art only tir’d with indolence; This, Hercules, is happiness ! obey

Nor is thy sleep with toil and labour bought, My voice, and live: Let thy celestial birth Th'imperfect flecp, that lulls thy languid fenfe Lift and enlarge thy thoughts: behold the way In dull oblivious interval of thought;

That leads to fame, and raises thee from earth That kindly steals th’inactive hours away{the day. Immortal! Lo, I guide thy steps. Arise, [skies. From the long ling’ring ipace, that lengthens out Pursue the glorious path, and claim thy native From bounteous nature's unexhausted stores Her words breathe fire celestial, and impart

Flows the pure fountain of fincere delights: New vigour to his soul, that sudden caught Averle to hear, you waste the joyless hours ; The generous fame : with great intent his heart

Sleep drowns thy days, and riot rulesthy nights. Swells full, and labours with exalted thought. Immortal cho' thou art, indignant Jove [place, The mist of error from his eyes dispellid,

Hurl'd thee from heav’n, th’immortal's blitsful Thro' all her fraudful arts, in clearest light, For ever banish'd from the realms above, Sloth in her native form he now beheld;

To dwell on earth with man's degenerate race: Unveil'd the stood confcss'd before his fight : Fitter abode! on earth aliko disgrac'd ;. Falle Siren !- All her vaunted charms, that ihone Rejected by the wile, and by the fool embrac'd. So fresh crewhile and fair, now wither'd, pale and


No more the rofy bloom in fweet disguise
Malks her differbl'd looks; each borrow'd grace
Leaves her wan cheek; pale sickness clouds her

Livid and funk, and paffions dim her face.
As when fair Iris has a while difplay'd

Her wat'ry arch, with gaudy painture gay, While yet we gaze the glorious colours fade, And from our wonder gently fteal away: Where thone the beauteous phantom erst so bright, Now lowrs the low-hung cloud, all gloomy to the fight.

But Virtue, more engaging, all the while

Difclos'd now charms, more lovely, more ferene, Beaming fweet influence: a milder smile

Soften'd the terrors of her lofty mien. "Lead, goddefs, I am thine tranfported cried Alcides; "O propitious pow'r, thy way Teach me poffefs my foul! be thou my guide: From thee, O never, never let me ftray !" While ardent thus the youth his vows addrefs'd, With all the goddess fill'd, already glow'd his


The heav'nly maid with ftrength divine endu'd His daring foul; there all her pow'rs combin'd: Firm conftancy, undaunted fortitude,

Enduring patience, arm'd his mighty mind. Uninov'd in toils, in dangers undifmay'd,

By many a hardy deed and bold emprize, From fierceft monsters, thro' her pow'rful aid,

He freed the earth! thro' her he gain'd the fkics.

'Twas virtue plac'd him in the blest abode; Crown'd with eternal youth, among the gods a god.

68. The Hermit. PARNELL.

AR in a wild, unknown to public view, From youth to age a rev'rend Hermit grew; The mofs his bed, the cave his humble cell, His food the fruits, his drink the crystal well: Remote from man, with God he pafs'd his days, Prayer all his bufinefs, all his pleasure praife.

A life fo facred, fuch ferene repose, Seem'd heav'n itself, till one fuggestion rose― That vice fhould triumph, virtue vice obey; This fprung fome doubt of Providence's fway: His hopes no more a certain profpect boast, And all the tenour of his foul is loft. So when a fimooth expanfe receives impreft Calm nature's image on its wat'ry breast, Down bend the banks, the trees depending grow, And skies beneath with anfw'ring colours glow: But if a ftone the gentle fea divide, Swift ruffling circles curl on ev'ry fide, And glimin'ring fragments of a broken fun; Banks, trees, and fkies, in thick diforder run. To clear this doubt, to know the world by fight, To find if books or fwains report it right (For yet by fwains alone the world he knew, Whofe feet came wand'ring o'er the nightly dew) He quits his cell; the pilgrim-ftaff le bore, And fix'd the fcallop in his hat before; Then with the fun a rifing journey went, Sedate to think, and watching each event.

The morn was wafted in the pathlefs grafs,
And long and lonefome was the wild to pass;
But when the fouthern fun had warm'd the day,
A youth came pofting o'er a croffing way;
His raiment decent, his complexion fair,
And foft in graceful ringlets wav'd his hair:
Then near approaching, "Father, hail!" he cry'd;
And hail, my fon! the rev'rend fire reply'd,
Words follow'd words, from queftion anfwer

And talk of various kind deceiv'd the road;
Till each with other pleas'd, and loth to part,
While in their age they differ, join in heart.
Thus ftands an aged elm in ivy bound,
Thus youthful ivy clafps an elm around.

Now funk the fun; the closing hour of day
Came onward, mantl'd o'er with fober grey;
Nature in filence bid the world repofe :
When near the road a stately palace rose. {pass,
There, by the moon, through ranks of trees they
Whofe verdure crown'd their floping fides of grass.
It chanc'd the noble mafter of the dome
Still made his houfe thewand'ring stranger'shome;
Yet ftill the kindness, from a thirst of praise,
Prov'd the vain flourish of expenfive ease.
The pair arrive: the livery'd fervants wait;
Their lord receives them at the pompous gate.
The table groans with coftly piles of food,
And all is more than hofpitably good.
Then, led to reft, the day's long toil they drown,

Deep funk in fleep, and filk, and heaps of down.

At length 'tis morn, and at the dawn of day Along the wide canals the zephyrs play, Fresh o'er the gay parterres the breezes creep, And fhake the neighb'ring wood to banish fleep. Up rife the guefts, obedient to the call; An early banquet deck'd the fplendid hall; Rich lufcious wine a golden goblet grac'd, | Which the kind mafter forc'd the guests to taste. Then pleas'd and thankful, from the porch they


And, but the landlord, none had cause of woe:
His cup was vanifh'd; for in fecret guise
The younger gueft purloin'd the glitt❜ring prize.
As one who fpies a ferpent in his way,
Glift'ning and basking in the summer ray,
Diforder'd ftops to fhun the danger near, [fear;
Then walks with faintnefs on, and looks with
So feem'd the fire, when far upon the road,
The fhining fpoil his wiley partner show'd.
He stopp'd with filence, walk'd with trembling

And much he wish'd, but durft not ask, to part:
Murm'ring he lifts his eyes, and thinks it hard
That gen'rous actions meet a base reward.

While thus they pafs, the fun his glory throuds; The changing fkies hang out their fable clouds; A found in air prefag'd approaching rain, And beafts to covert fcud across the plain. Warn'd by the figns, the wand'ring pair retreat To feck for thelter at a neighb'ring feat: 'Twas built with turrets on a rifing ground, And ftrong, and large, and unimprov'd around; Its owner's temper tim'rous and fevere, Unkind and griping, caus'd a defart there.


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As near the mifer's heavy doors they drew,
Fierce rifing gufts with fudden fury blew ;
The himble lightning mix'd with fhow'rs began,
And o'er their heads loud rolling thunder ran.
Here long they knock, but knock or call in vain,
Driv'n by the wind and batter'd by the rain.
At length fome pity warm'd the master's breaft
('Twas then his threshold first receiv'd a gueft):
Slow creaking turns the door with jealous care,
And half he welcomes in the fhiv'ring pair;
One frugal faggot lights the naked walls,
And nature's fervour through their limbs recals:
Bread of the coareft fort, with meagre wine
(Each hardly granted) ferv'd them both to dine;
And when the tempeft first appear'd to cease,
A ready warning bid them part in peace.
With ftill remark the pond'rous Hermit view'd,
In one fo rich, a life fo poor and rude;
And why fhould fuch (within himself he cry'd)
Lock the loft wealth a thousand want befide?
But what new marks of wonder foon take place
In ev'ry fettling feature of his face,
When from his veft the young companion bore
That cup the gen'rous landlord own'd before,
And paid profufely with the precious bowl
The ftinted kindness of this churlish foul.

But now the clouds in airy tumult fly;
The fun emerging opes an azure fky;
A fresher green the finelling leaves difplay,
And, glitt'ring as they tremble, cheer the day:
The weather courts them from the poor retreat,
And the glad mafter bolts the wary gate.
While hence they walk, the Pilgrim's bofom

With all the travel of uncertain thought;
His partner's acts without their caufe appear:
'Twas there a vice, and feem'd a madness here:
Detefting that, and pitying this, he goes,
Loft and confounded with the various fhows.
Now night's dim shades again involve the sky;
Again the wand'rers want a place to lie;
Again they fearch, and find a lodging nigh.
The foil improv'd around, the manfion neat,
And neither poorly low nor idly great;
It seem'd to speak its matter's turn of mind,
Content, and not for praife but virtue kind.

Hither the walkers turn with weary feet,
Then blefs the manfion, and the mafter greet:
Their greeting fair, bestow'd with modeft guife,
The courteous mafter hears, and thus replies:
"Without a vain, without a grudging heart,
To Him who gives us all, I yield a part;
From Him you come, for Him accept it here,
A frank and sober, more than costly cheer."
He fpoke, and bid the welcome table spread,
Then talk'd of virtue till the time of bed;
When the grave household round his hall repair,
Warn'd by a bell, and clofe the hours with pray'r.
At length the world, renew'd by calm repofe,
Was ftrong for toil, the dappl'd morn arofe;
Before the pilgrims part, the younger crept
Near the clos'd cradle, where an infant flept,
And writh'd his neck: the landlord's little pride,
Oftrange return! grew black,and gasp'd,anddy'd.

Horror of horrors! what! his only fon;
How look'd our Hermit when the fact was done?
Not hell, tho' hell's black jaws in funder part,
And breathe blue fire, could more affault his

Confus'd, and ftruck with filence at the deed,
He flies, but, trembling, fails to fly with speed.
His fteps the youth purfues; the country lay
Perplex'd with roads; a fervant fhow'd the way:
A river crofs'd the path; the paffage o'er
Was nice to find; the fervant trod before;
Long arms of oaks an open bridge fupply'd,
And deep the waves beneath the bending glide.
The youth, who feem'd to watch a time to fin,
Approach'd the careless guide, and thrust him in;
Plunging he falls, and rifing lifts his head,
Then flashing turns, and finks among the dead.
Wild fparkling rage inflames the father's eyes,
He burfts the bands of fear, and madly cries,
Detefted wretch !-But scarce his fpeech began,
When the ftrange partner feem'd no longer man:
His youthful face grew more ferenely fweet;
His robe turn'd white, and flow'd upon his feet;
Fair rounds of radiant points invest his hair;
Celestial odours breathe through purpl'd air;
And wings, whofe colours glitter'd on the day,
Wide at his back their gradual plumes display.
The form ethereal burfts upon his fight,
And moves in all the majefty of light.

Tho' loud at firft the Pilgrim's paffion grew,
Sudden he gaz'd, and wift not what to do;
Surprize in fecret chains his words fufpends,
And in a calm his fettling temper ends.
But filence here the beauteous angel broke
(The voice of music ravish'd as he fpoke).
Thy pray'r, thy praife, thy life to vice unknown,
In fweet memorial rife before the throne:
These charms fuccefs in our bright region find,
And force an angel down to calm thy mind;
For this commiffion'd, I forfook the sky ;-
Nay, cease to kneel !-thy fellow-fervant I.
Then know the truth of government divine,
And let thefe fcruples be no longer thine.

The Maker juftly claims that world he made,
In this the right of Providence is laid;
Its facred majefty through all depends
On ufing second means to work his ends;
'Tis thus, withdrawn in ftate from human eye,
The Pow'r exerts his attributes on high,
Your actions ufes, nor controuls your will,
And bids the doubting fons of men be still.
What ftrange events can ftrike with more

Than thofe which lately ftruck thy wond'ring
Yet, taught by thefe, confefs th'Almighty just,
And where you can't unriddle, learn to trust.

The great, vain man, who far'd on coftly food,
Whofe life was too luxurious to be good;
Who made his iv'ry ftands with goblets shine,
And forc'd his guests to morning draughts of wine,
Has, with the cup, the graceless custom loft,
And still he welcomes, but with lefs of coft.

The mean fufpicious wretch, whose bolted door
Ne'er mov'd in pity to the wand'ring poor,


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